Ti quickly went by, and the won of Rosalia Troupe began to cry aloud. They held each other in their arms in comfort.
"Our sisters could also be at peace knowing these bastards suffered a miserable death." Sirena pursed her lips and exclaid.
"They will definitely be smiling in heaven." Sophie chid in.
Shirley nodded her head in agreent. "These bastards are destined to arrive in hell, suffering the worst punishnt ever for their deeds."
The three of them weren’t simply venting from their own experience. But rather, they were also helping their other bonded sisters whose fates weren’t as lucky as theirs.
So of them couldn’t escape the clutches of these bastards and ended up being killed without any clothes on them. There were also so accused of contracting diseases from the slave owner and ultimately defiling them in succession before ending their life.
While they found comfort in each other’s arms, Leonard suddenly approached them and inquired, "Were there any more people like them whom you couldn’t find?"
Shirley snapped out of her dazed state and glanced at Leonard. She pondered for a few monts before nodding her head.
"There are indeed so people who aren’t present here. But I don’t know if they had retired or gone to another branch." She said with an uncertain tone.
Her mories were sowhat limited to those who had especially tried to target them. Back then, she couldn’t even afford to pay her mind or attention to other people.
"I can recognize them and paint the picture if the Master wishes to know." Sophie suddenly raised her chin up and said with a determined tone.
"Hoh, you can actually paint them out visually?" A bit surprised, Leonard stared at her with curiosity.
"Yes, Master. I rember people after seeing them once." Sophie confidently said. Although she usually kept her talent to herself, she had a feeling that her current Master might be trying to do sothing toward these bastards.
She might not know what it was precisely, but it certainly wasn’t going to be nice for them. After all, Leonard had personally permitted them to desecrate and vent all their anger at the corpses.
Looking at her piercing eyes, Leonard was amused by her clever mindset.
’Seems like her previous action wasn’t an impulsive one.’ He recalled her bold move in trying to pleasure him as soon as she was given to him. He thought that she was trying to seek survival by getting on his good side.
But now that he pondered it more in-depth, it seed more like she was trying to sacrifice herself on behalf of her two bonded sisters.
Their bondings were evident to him that they were extrely close. Even if they might not be related, the experience they shared was sothing that not even blood-related siblings could get close to.
"I’ll have so canvas sent to you to paint later on. But for now, we still need to investigate the Slave Coop." Leonard calmly said.
"Yes, Master." Sophie nodded her head.
Soti later, the three won managed to compose themselves. They each returned to their previous state, with Shirley gesturing her hands.
"The Slave Coop ahead can accommodate around 30 people. But the truth is that only a small number of 20 people should be living here." Shirley explained, informing him that the coop forcefully increased its capacity by cramming them in.
Leonard nodded his head. But before they advance, he turns his attention to Sirena and Sophie.
"I don’t need everyone to continue along. If you wish to remain behind, I’ll have Miss Caroline stay to safeguard you." He didn’t plan on invoking their trauma any further by forcing them to follow alongside.
Shirley appeared to be the emotionally stronger character, so she was chosen to continue to be the guide.
After all, he needed soone who knew the interior and exterior layers in the Slave Coop to properly investigate if anything was amiss.
It was cruel, but a much-needed requirent.
If anything, Leonard believed he compensated her quite well by letting her continue to desecrate those who did her wrong.
Moreover, he even granted them protection. If anyone wished to seek any repercussions for the discretion, then they would have to go through him first.
The Rosalia Troupe won were beyond grateful for Leonard.
They bowed their heads and said, "We’re willing to continue forward, Master."
Seeing their determination and insistence, Leonard calmly nodded his head.
He had no intention of advising them otherwise if they wished to explore together.
"Very well, then continue to lead the way, Shirley." He said.
Soti later, Shirley proceeded to guide them, but found herself being hit with an extre foul stench.
The stench was so bad that it even pierced through the barrier cast by Mirelle.
Her brows furrowed as she frowned deeply. "Master, I don’t think I can continue further."
Shirley truly wanted to resist the stench, but for so reason, she found her strength giving out.
Leonard was also affected sowhat, his eyes twitching slightly.
Amidst the group’s struggle, Caroline snorted and retrieved an isolation device.
With a swift activation, a powerful force started to spread out. Soon, the foul stench was dispelled from them. But the distance that it could dispel was at a small radius.
They were sowhat cramped together if they wished to avoid the weird, foul stench, which had so effects on them physically.
"I appreciate the enthusiasm to join along, but I’m afraid we’ll have to leave so people behind," Leonard suggested. He was being squished by multiple won from all sides.
So might be cursing at him or asking why it couldn’t be them being squished.
But to Leonard, it was suffocating, especially when he held no nefarious intent toward them.
He never lacked any won in his old world, so he was long numb to their so-called beauty, which was only an outer shell appearance. What he cared about was the virtue and chemistry that could click well with him.
"I’ll leave the device to you then." Caroline promptly handed over her device. She then took Sophie and Sirena with her to wait behind.
The ones staying with Leonard were Shirley, Mirelle, and the silent Claudia.
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